Page 57 of The Way We Fell

Jay adjusts his stance, widening his legs to bracket mine, and he brings his hand from the wall to the back of my head, angling it to deepen the kiss. His tongue sweeps past my teeth, exploring every corner of my mouth like new, uncharted territory. His mouth is warm and spicy; I slide my tongue against his and shudder at the gentle friction. He moans against my lips, and I whimper in response, kissing him hard until, desperate for air, I tear my lips away.

We lock eyes for a beat, and he stares directly into my soul.

“I can’t pretend anymore, Katy. Fuck rules. Fuck anyone else. This is you and me. Tell me you don’t feel it and I’ll walk away right now.”

“I feel it.”

“Thank fuck.”

His lips crash against mine again, hungry and punishing, and he walks me backwards into my living room, pushing me down onto the sofa. I shrug out of my jacket and toss it into a corner as his body comes to cover mine. We’re pressed together from our lips to our toes, and I can feel the hard ridge of his dick straining against his jeans. I wriggle experimentally before grinding against him, dragging a low growl from his throat as his hands roam my body, sliding beneath my shirt, fingers skimming my ribs before dipping into my bra.

“Here?” I tear my lips from his and turn my face away, gulping in a lungful of air. “Or bedroom?”

He lifts me easily, cradling me against his chest bridal-style and navigating the stairs with ease. I kick out a foot to direct him as he reaches the hallway at the top.

“Second door on the right.”

He kicks it open and drops me on the bed, before reaching behind his head and tugging at the collar of his T-shirt. He whips it off over his head and my mouth goes dry. I poke out my tongue to wet my lips.Fuck, that might be one of the sexiest things a man can do. Heat coils low in my belly, spreading through my limbs with an eager, fizzing sensation. He moves to his waist, unfastening his belt and popping the button on his jeans as I watch, entranced. He leaves his wallet and keys on my bedside table before the clothing falls to the floor at his feet.

“Am I the only one getting naked here?” Good god, yes, please. And let me watch.

“Depends,” I say with a coy smile. Jay raises an eyebrow, questioningly. “Are you gonna help me?”

He moves over me again, tugging at my T-shirt as I push my leggings and underwear down over my hips. He frees my arms before unfastening my bra and immediately dipping his head, licking a gentle line down the swell of my left breast and closing his lips around my nipple.

“Such perfect fucking tits, Princess,” he growls, releasing my nipple with a pop and shifting his attention to the other.

“Thanks,” I say cheekily, tipping my head back. “Ahh—I grew them myself.”

A deep chuckle falls from his lips, and I moan lowly as he leaves my breast and moves down my belly with hot, open-mouthed kisses. I’m dizzy with want, desperate to feel and touch, but he has me pinned with my arms above my head, still half-clothed, and when his mouth reaches the spot just above the apex of my thighs, my body reacts before my brain can. I buck my hips against him and he laughs again before sucking me into his mouth.

“Ahh—fuck—I want to touch you.”

“You’ll have to wait,” he growls against me. The vibration does all kinds of things to the warmth in my veins, and there’s a strange sensation of falling through my own body.I don’t want to wait.

“Who knew you were such a greedy little slut, Princess?” Jay lifts his head from me to catch my eye, a lazy grin spreading across his face. I hadn’t even realised I’d said the words out loud. He lifts off me just enough to let me move, and I rip my T-shirt over my head and kick out of my leggings, desperate to be as close to him as possible. Desperate to have him on every inch of my skin. I reach down to grab clumsily at the waistband of his underwear, still hugging his hips.

“Shut up and get naked,” I mutter, and he chuckles again. I’ve never laughed during sex before. I’ve never made someone laugh during sex. But it feels good, it feelsright, because this is who we are. Jay makes me laugh, and I make him laugh, and this—this feels like something I could want in my life forever. I shift awkwardly, still beneath him, and force us both onto our sides, shuffling down until I’m eye-level with his dick, straining hard against his boxer briefs. It twitches with anticipation beneath my gaze.

“Who’s needy now, soldier?” I skim it with my fingers before pressing a palm against the fabric.

“Shut up and suck, Princess.”

I reach into his briefs and wrap my hand around his dick. I know I don’t have the world’s biggest hands, but they’re pretty averagely proportioned for the rest of me. Still, my fingers barely meet when I close my hand around his shaft, and I shudder, imagining it inside me. It already has been; he’s touched every inch of me already, but it still seems like a dream—a haze, the only part of which I remember is the way he made me come so hard I saw stars. I dip my head and open my mouth, running my tongue up and down the length of him before taking him deep, hollowing my cheeks and sucking.

“Holy fuck, Princess.” His words come out slurred, almost drunkenly, and he wraps a handful of my hair around his fist. The gentle sting on my scalp sends shockwaves rippling across every inch of my skin. I focus on the task at hand, swirling my tongue over the velvety-soft skin, learning what makes Jay moan, what makes him curse out loud, what has him tightening his grip on my hair and pulling almost painfully as his whole body tenses.

His hips rock against my face as he fucks my mouth. I’m sucking him even deeper, truly testing the limits ofno gag reflexwhen he groans loudly, a deep, guttural sound wrenched from deep in his throat.

“Get up,” he whispers hoarsely. I don’t release my suction until his fingers tangle in my hair again, tugging gently. “Princess, get up.”

His muscles are still trembling as he pulls me up to meet his eyes, lust-darkened with pupils blown wide. He presses his lips to mine as he rolls me onto my back, settling himself on top of me and kissing me hard. He holds me against him as we kiss, all tongues and sweat-slicked skin. It doesn’t take long before his thigh is between mine and I’m practically riding him from below, more turned on than I’ve ever been byjust a kiss. His hips rock against me, his hard length pressing against my pelvis, and I slip my hand between us, wrapping it around his shaft again.

Jay doesn’t even break the kiss as he lifts to his knees, reaches for a condom and puts it on before settling himself between my thighs. One of his hands reaches down between my legs, teasing my entrance as he pulls back, dropping light, gentle kisses to my lips before looking directly into my face as he speaks.

“I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve, Princess.”

A thrill runs through me. The rumble of his low voice as his chest presses against mine is electrifying. “How’s that?”

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